There are a lot of Floridians who will swear...
...that there are no mountains in this flat-as-a-pancake peninsula.
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Yet residents of this quaint town...
...will proudly proclaim that theirs sits 185 ft. above sea level and hence the name: Mount Dora. |
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They proudly drive blue Porches...
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or blue Harleys.
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Some of them hold secret meetings...
in this Masonic temple (where everything, we are told, are hush-hush secret passwords and rituals). Dan-da-dan-dan! (to the tune of Dragnet's musical score). |
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while others...
sell antique and curio items.
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...and orchids as well.
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She moved!
I could swear she moved! And smiled as well! (or could the dizzying elevation of Mount Dora be playing tricks on me? It's nowhere as high as Wyoming at 6,000 ft. but...) |
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